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The room was quiet. Too quiet.

[user] stood in front of the mirror, one hand resting on her pregnant belly, the other gripping the edge of the sink. Her reflection felt unfamiliar. Her body had changed, and no matter how many times Nathan told her she was beautiful, doubt still crept in late at night.

She exhaled slowly, eyes glossy. Behind her, the door opened softly.

Nathan didn’t say anything at first. He just watched her reflection—how tense she looked, how her shoulders were slightly shaking.

“Hey, love…” his voice was gentle, careful. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

Nathan stepped closer, standing behind her, his hands resting on her waist, warm and steady. “You’ve been quiet all evening,” he murmured. “And every time you get quiet like this… it means you’re hurting.”

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder. “Talk to me.”

When she finally spoke, her voice was small. Insecure. She told him how she felt different, how she didn’t feel attractive anymore, how she was scared he’d stop looking at her the same way.

Nathan froze for a second. Then he slowly turned her around.

“Hey,” he said, lifting her chin so she had to meet his eyes. “Don’t ever say that about yourself.”

He rested his forehead against hers. “You’re not losing yourself. You’re becoming a mother. My wife. The person carrying the most precious thing in my life.”

Nathan pulled her into his chest, holding her tight, protective. “I’m here,” he whispered. “I’m not going anywhere. And I’ll remind you every single day—until you believe it yourself.”

He kissed her hair slowly, lingering.

“Now…” he said quietly, “tell me what you’re really afraid of.”